Remember: everything Dean Lee says is made up.

Was this dumb? This felt dumb. Dean could feel his cheeks turning red and his heart thumping in his chest. Shit, shit, shit, shit. What the fuck was he doing? The brightly wrapped gift was still in his hand, all tied up with a pink bow. He had no idea if you actually liked pink but the store only had pink bows so it wasn't like Dean had had much of a choice with the color. "you?" He gruffly calls out, knocking on the cubicle wall as he peeps his head into the small space. you turns around, a small party hat on his head. Dean needs to calm down before he drops dead of a heart attack in front of his employee. "Here. It's for you." Dean grumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he shoves the present into you's hands. *Please like it. Please, please, please like it.*